yearning
I need to be held
by you
so that all the stuff that clutters my brain
disappears
there's a deficit of unknown quantities
of coffee shop chats, wintery walk chats, late night tired chats, just silent gazing...
where a look, means I'm beckoned into embrace, to just be held
not because I ask
because I belong there
I want to be a missing piece of a puzzle
not an inconvenience, taking up time
but a place where time stands still but races
where what I need is given
with the words 'I need this too'
synchronicity of restorative affection
I don't know when the moment is
where we stop someone in their tracks
and they don't walk that way again
nor who is the one no longer there
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